Amu let out a scream into Ikuto's hand as she quickly reached for the straps of her shirt, but her shirt had fallen to the ground around her ankles, and Ikuto now had his hand on Amu's shoulder, keeping her from reaching down. She watched his eyes as he looked her up and down in the mirror.

"You're such a liar," he said as he moved his fingers and gave her room to speak.

"What do you mean?" she wrapped her hands around his wrist, trying to pull it off.

Ikuto leaned over and rested his chin on her shoulder. He lifted her right arm up and tapped the fabric that still covered delicate skin, "You are wearing a bra. A strapless one for that. And it doesn't match your panties," he playfully frowned, "You lied to me."

"Well yeah! Its not like I'm going to tell you what color my bra is!"

Amu looked at her reflection in the mirror. He was right. Her bra, which was white with blue polka dots and a small blue lace, did not match her red and black striped panties.

"I didn't ask what color it was, I just asked if it matched," he smirked.

Amu sighed, "So is that all you came in here to do?"

"Yep," Ikuto fingered the fabric against her skin.

"Thank God," Amu sighed, totally forgetting the fact that she still didn't have a shirt on and that Ikuto was messing with her bra, which in turn was making it pull down a bit every few seconds.

"What? You thought I came in here to rape you or something? And you call me the pervert. I just came in here to prove you wrong," he continued to mess with the edge of the fabric. He noticed that it was moving down every few seconds, getting closer and closer to falling off. He would've stopped, but he was really comfortable in the position he was in, despite the fact that he was leaning over to rest his head on something a third his height. And either way, she never told him to stop.

"Well, I mean, I was worried..." she stated, a blush touching her cheeks.

"Well, the only reason I came in here was to prove you wrong. And since you lied, you have to do a dare," he smirked.

"Okay, okay, what is it?"

"hmmm... I dare you to wear cat ears the rest of the week and end all your sentences in '~nya.'"

"Sorry, Ikuto, but I don't own any cat ears."

"We have some in the prop closet," Ikuto continued to fiddle with the fabric on the side of her bra, and the small cups continued to creep down her chest.

Amu finally noticed that Ikuto was still playing with her bra, and that her bra was about to fall all the way off, "Okay, pervert, let go of my bra. Now," she said angrily as a deep red blush stained her cheeks.

Ikuto let go and stood back up. He left the womens' bathroom, making sure that no one saw him, and leaned against the wall, waiting for Amu to put her shirt back on and come outside. Amu soon emerged from the restroom, shirt and all.

"Come on," Ikuto motioned for her to follow him. They snaked through hallways until they reached a red door. The green sign beside the door read "Prop Closet."

Ikuto walked in, leaving Amu in the hallway. He brought out a pair of black cat ears and a black collar with a little bell. He tied the collar around Amu's neck while she fitted the ears on to her head. She tossed her hair in front of the black band in an attempt to hide the band so the ears looked real.

Ikuto took a step back and looked her over, "You look so cute."

"I hate you... ~nya."

Ikuto chuckled and motioned for Amu to follow him. She didn't, "Come on... Amew," He laughed out loud at the name that slipped his lips.

"Its not funny ~nya," she glared at him.

"Well, follow me back to the office so you don't get lost."

"Okay ~nya," she sighed.

Ikuto let Amu walk ahead of him, to test if she knew her way back. She got about half way there, then Ikuto had to tell her which way to go the rest of the way. They got back to the office and Ikuto rushed in and jumped onto the couch, spreading out and taking up the whole thing. Amu grunted. She looked above the couch. She went to the end of the couch and climbed up the side and rested across the back. They rested there, resting for a bit. Amu stretched her arms and yawned. She lost her balance fell off the back of the couch. She landed on Ikuto. Again.

"If you wanted to lay down on top of me that bad, you could have just asked. I would've said yes," Ikuto said without moving to look at her.

"Pervert," Amu said as she playfully hit him in the head, "~nya."

"Well, I wouldn't mind in the least. You remind me of my old cat, Yoru. He'd always lay on my stomach when I was laying on the couch," he stretched his arms.

"Whatever ~nya," Amu put her elbow into Ikuto's ribs, trying her hardest to hurt him as she used her hand to support her head.

"You're so mean, Amu-nyan," Ikuto cooed as he brushed her elbow off his ribs, "That hurts... Ow, move your elbow, Amu. That's not any better... Ouch... That hurts even more. God, Amu, just... just stop trying. Just use my chest as a pillow or something. Your cheeks can't hurt that much."

Much to her dismay, she knew Ikuto wouldn't stop complaining until she stopped hurting him, so she layed her arm across his chest and rested her chin on it. Ikuto looked as if he was about to fall asleep. She didn't want to bother him, so she started to let her mind drift.

She looked down to Ikuto's face, half asleep. Wow, this was interesting. Then Amu realized something. She hated Ikuto. She hated how much attention he got from all the girls at her school that didn't even know him. She had to admit, he wasn't all bad, but she still hated him. She was supposed to hate him. But now, now she was using him as a pillow! She quickly rolled off of him and headed for the door. She silently closed the door behind her, trying to make sure Ikuto didn't hear her. She walked out into the hallways, eventually finding her way back to the recording studio. Shiragin was just standing up to leave.

"Hinamori-san! Perfect timing. I just finished... Oh, where's Ikuto?"

"He's taking a nap in your office ~nya..."

"Seriously? I told him not to do that," he gave a small frown.

"Why not ~nya?" she asked.

"Ikuto's too lazy sometimes. And that couch really can't be good for his shoulders," he rolled his eyes. He obviously didn't care as much as he let on.

"Oh... ~nya."

Shiragin pointed to the cat ears on the girl, "I take it you and Ikuto played truth or dare while I was gone?"

"Yeah, how'd you know ~nya?"

"When Ikuto plays truth or dare, he always dares one of the girls in the group to put on cat ears and end their senteces in '~nya,'" he explained as he started walking up the stairs to leave the recording room.

"Why is that ~nya?" she said as she followed him.

"Ikuto... I don't know. Though I make fun of him and say he has a cat fetish," he winked at Amu.

Amu blushed when she thought of what had happened in the bathroom right before he dared her to the cat ears and the cursed '~nya.'

Shiragin and Amu walked back to the office. Amu led the way and got all they way back on her own.

"Good job, Hinamori-san," Shiragin petted her head when they got back to the office all on Amu's command.

"Thank you," Amu said as she smiled at him. She looked over to Ikuto who had a 'why'd you leave?' face on, "~nya."

"Okay, I e-mailed the song to my inbox, so it should be here in a minute or so," he said.

Amu went and sat on the couch after noticing that Ikuto had sat up too. She scooted as far away from him as she could, pressing herself against the arm rest. She felt completely disgusted with herself for becoming friends with Tsukiyomi Ikuto so quickly.

"I see you found another victim for your cat fetish, Ikuto," Shiragin said from behind his desk.

Ikuto blushed. It wasn't much, but there was a tint of pink on his tan cheeks, "I... I don't have a cat fetish. What's wrong with you? You're sick," he growled at him.

Amu watched. Ikuto's weakness was being made fun of about a cat fetish? That's weird. Though, she could use that to her advantage later. Maybe, if they played truth or dare again... she could make him wear cat ears and go '~nya' too.

"Oh! Okay, Hinamori-san, its here. Come here so you can listen to it. You too, Ikuto," he waved them over, while keeping his eyes on the screen.

Amu and Ikuto both got up from the couch. Amu walked the long way around to the other side of the desk, while Ikuto took a few steps and stood beside Shiragin.

Shiragin clicked on the link in his message, and another window popped up with a small grey music player. He clicked the grey triangle, making the song start.

Her voice sounded just like it had when they recorded it, but now it sounded... better, without changing it.

"Background music can do a lot for the vocals," Shiragin said, as if reading Amu's mind.

Amu tried to pick out the instruments that she heard. There were drums, in particular a bass drum. There was also a bass guitar. She'd always wanted to learn how to play that... Then there she heard was something she didn't expect. Shiragin had added a cello and a violin to her song. It was different... but it fit so perfectly. She was surprised at how good it sounded. She had always wondered how songs sounded so good, because they definitely couldn't have been done without editing the sound.

"Wow," Ikuto gazed at the computer.

"Yeah, thats really good ~nya" Amu agreed.

"So you think its good enough to go to the boss?" Ikuto addressed his question to Shiragin.

"Definitely. I'm going to go talk to him right now," he started to leave. Amu got up to follow him, "Sorry, Hinamori-san, you aren't allowed to go."

"Oh ~nya,"

Ikuto sat himself back down on the couch, and Amu sat down on the other side. Shiragin lightly closed the door behind him, and all was silent once again.

"Truth or dare ~nya?" Amu asked.

"Truth," Ikuto stated blankly.

"Why are you trying to be my friend ~nya?"

"Because," Ikuto raised an eyebrow at her question.

"I mean, I hate you ~nya. Why are you trying to be my friend ~nya?"

"Is it so bad that I'm trying to be your friend?" he scooted closer to her.

"Yes, I hate you ~nya. Now, why are you trying to be my friend so badly ~nya? And you have to tell the truth ~nya," she glared at him.

"I see. I want to be your friend because... Before I was famous, when I was just a normal high school student, I couldn't make any friends because I was too popular. I truly hate the snobby rich kind of popular people. Though, of course, that's what everyone labeled me as. So then I just sort of separated myself from everyone else. Then, when I became famous, you can't trust most celebrities. So... I don't exactly have any 'famous friends.' So... I'm trying to become friends with you before you become famous... Then, I'll have a friend who can stay my friend," he gave her a sincere look of sadness and want.

Amu gazed into his midnight blue eyes. A dark pink blush crept its way across her cheeks. They stared each other in the eye and all around them was silent. Amu could hear her heart beating strongly. Ikuto slowly moved closer to her.

"You know, as anyone can guess, a strong friendship is based on trust."

Amu nodded.

"And trust is built by knowing secrets and being able to keep them."

Amu nodded.

"Would you like to know why I want to go to Paris?"

Amu nodded.

"Then tell me why you really hate me."

Amu stared at him. She was sure she was a better liar than that. A blush covered her cheeks, and her eyes started to sting.

"Tell me, Amu," he said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"My family... I have a mom... I have a dad... And I have a little sister, Ami. And... I had two older twin brothers."

Ikuto stared at her giving her his undivided attention.

"They were identical twins, Ama and Amo. They were fourteen. And... well, they looked... a lot like you. Messy blue hair, blue eyes, tan skin. Though Ama and Amo had very different personalities. Ama was a nice and well behaved boy. Amo was a rebel. Though, Amo loved to play with me, and I loved to play with Amo. I was the only person he would listen to. I didn't know why back then, because this was when I was 5, but he said that I was the only person that he felt safe around. I was the only person he could keep himself in around. But Ama loved me too. Ama tried to keep Amo away from me, because he didn't want Amo to hurt me. Then... one day... Amo wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't listen to me. He acted as if I never existed. So then, Ama would play with me all the time. Ama would make sure that Amo never went near me. I got really sad then. I really didn't like it when they fought, but this was farther than they had ever gone before. One day, we were in the backyard. Amo was sitting on the swing. Not swinging. Just sitting on the swing. He was staring into space. He kept nudging a small duffel bag with his foot. Ama was playing in the sand box with me. But I didn't feel like playing with Ama, I wanted to play with Amo. I started to cry, and Amo glanced over at me. He looked so angry. He picked up the duffel bag and stomped over to Ama. He asked Ama why I was crying, and Ama said it was because of Amo. This got Amo really mad," Amu took a few minutes to breathe. Tears started to run down her face. She had promised herself that she would never cry about this again, but tears continued to run down her face, "He reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a gun. He held it to Ama's head. Ama started begging him not to shoot, but his pleas never reached Amo's ears, and Amo pulled the trigger, and Ama was dead. There was blood everywhere. It got all over my pink and white dress, it stained the grass and the off white sand from the sand box. Then, Amo leaned down to me, he kissed me on the cheek, he told me he was sorry, and that he would miss me, then she shot himself," tears ran hot rivers down Amu's red face.

Ikuto stared at her in disbelief.

"I hate you so much... because you look like them, and you remind me of them, and you act like Amo," Amu sobbed and gave Ikuto a hug, gripping for dear life to the back of his shirt, her mascara and tears staining the light blue fabric. Ikuto stared at what he could see of her wide eyed, he had never been in a situation like this before. He slowly moved his arms around and hugged her back. For a while they sat there, Amu sobbing into Ikuto's chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and his placed lightly on her back. They stayed like that until Amu ran out of tears, until her sob turned into the occasional hiccup, "I miss them so much," she said in a ghostly whisper.

"It... Its okay, Amu. Its normal to feel like this," he said, thinking of a better way to explain it.

"R-really?" she looked up at him, not believing him.

"Well, yeah. Think of it this way: If you ate a lemon for the fist time, and you didn't like how it tasted, then someone offered you a lime, you wouldn't want it because they're both citrus fruits and therefore have about the same taste. Get it?"

Amu nodded her head.

"That's... a lot to go through for a 5 year old. I'm surprised you haven't committed suicide."

Amu decided not to tell him that she had tried. She had tried 3 times.

"Ikuto-kun..."

"Its Ikuto."

"Ikuto..."

"What?"

"Why does... Why does Ikuto want to go to Paris?"